Bonafide lyrics

by

George Clinton


[Intro]
Somethin', somethin', somethin'
Right, you just gon' relax

[Verse 1]
Everybody's in the major league
Ain't nobody wanna be straight up
I see the hotties on the way to work
They be waiting outside the club
See Samantha got a glass of wine
And in the corner she be laggin' behind
To ladies room to powder her lines
She be feeling like dyn-o-mite

[Pre-Chorus]
Jizzable jazz, how could it be passed
Some come move that ass
I know what you wanna do
She's looking for a phat wad
Lord of a god you look good
Premonitions saved for last
'Cause for now we're understood

[Chorus]
A me oh my God ya look so fine
I can't touch you cause you're bonafide
A me oh my God ya look so fine
I can't touch you cause you're bonafide
A Virgina Slim, can I get in
I'll take you for a ride in the back of my jeep
I got hills in the back that are plenty steep
And you can do it cause you're bonafide
[Verse 2]
Yes all the eyes that be staring at you
Is it because I got my Rover outside
See I just don't understand
Is it that you think you can play me fly
No I don't think so girl
I've been through it many times before
I got a tight pocket book
And you know I ain't open it up for no

[Pre-Chorus]
Jizzable jazz, how could it be passes
So come move that ass
I know what you want to do
You're looking for a phat wad lord of a god
I don't have it for you
So honey baby what you gonna do

[Chorus]
Look into my eyes
Tell me what you see
I'm not pretentious
I invent this vibe that you feel

(Chorus)
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